"THERE SHALL BE NO CARNAL MISCHIEF DURING THE TOURNAMENT! I MEANT IT, BOY, I DO NOT CARE IF YOU'RE WRATE HIMSELF--"
"That was my fault!" said Demelza.
The vines paused.
"OH. WELL. NEVER MIND THEN."
Sulking, they spiraled back into the dark until all that was left was the faint muttering about "the moral corrosiveness in the heart of the youth" and such.
HELP I'M DYING ALL SHE DID WAS FALL ON TOP OF HIM
— Apr 17, 2026 08:55AM
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